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^e SOUL'S REALIZATION 



y the ceaseless, rolling ocean 
In the golden sands I wait 
For the coming §f the loved 

one 
Whom my soul has sought 

alway. 




c/^nd the breathing of the waves 
Foretells a tale of romance rare, 
He is coming soon to take me 
To a home most gloriously fair. 

He already^ hovers near* me 
Of his presence I'm aware 
And of this all new awareness 
Fm aware that I'm aware. 



Heart throbs now within my bosom 
Tell me tales of longed-foP love, 
That one day my^ own soul-lover 
Shall himself impart above. 

On the heights §f the eternal 
Where all souls exalted dwell 
I shall meet (gn^ know my loved-one 
cAnd all thoughts of hell dispel. 



In that vast supernal dreamland 
Where my soul has longed to roam 
We shall meet and sing forever 
Of the joys that are to come. 

c^ges upon ages crumble 
All the forms §f earth to dust 
But our joy lives on forever. 
Here, it can, it will, it must. 



Waves will break upon the seashore 
Storms will lash the ocean's ci^est, 
But our lives are far above this 
Turmoil, din, (gii3 dire unrest. 

For we're merged in the eternal 
We have met to part no more 
And our song shall be §f freedom 
Hallelujah! ever more! 





cTVIy^ SOUL-LOVER 

What is he, who is he, where 
is he? 
These words run riot in my 

brain, 
But the one great God eter- 
nal 
Has planned ^Fm explained it all. 



Icfie soul that is ever aspiring 
To the good, the noble ^nS pure, 
Who is lending to each weaker^ 

brother 
The aid that will make him secure 
Who in times §f need or great 

peril 
Is there to give strength to the 

weak. 
This is the type of the loved one, 
My soul eternally seeks. 



His soul clad in these soul-made 

garments 
Must always most beautiful be 
cAnd peace shall attend where his 

presence 
Is gliding o'er this faithless sea. 
His armour* is that ^ the Chnist 

man, 
His land is the home of the free, 
Oh! that there were thousands more 

like him, 
Then soon would we all be set free. 



He comes like the sunbeam §f 
morning 

To gladden the hearts of the sad, 

He lifts weary^ burdens fr»om 
mothers, 

Whose life struggle long has been 
hard. 

And when poverty enters a door- 
way. 

He's there to brush it aside. 

He's always wherever he's needed, 

This lover that I idolize. 



Do I know him, you ask me, you 

wonder? 
Have I seen (an^ had proof gf his 

deeds? 
Does he really exist in the body, 
Or can fanciful dreams thus deceive? 
Can aught but the Christ wear such 

garments? 
Can mortal be strong like the Christ? 
If so, let us see him (gn3> know him, 
Pray^, where does he live, blessed 

child? 



He lives, yes, he lives, in my^ soul 

realm. 
He lives in the body as well. 
IVe seen him, I know him, I love 

him, 
Of his deeds great and many can 

tell. 
He's here on this earth, but of it, 
He moves with the lowly (§n^ high, 
cAnd his love for all nature and 

creature. 
Is that of the holy Chr>ist man. 



His home's on the heights wher»e 

the dear ones 
Of earth's rarest treasures shall 

dwell, 
Where love in its purest expression 
Shall always the storm clouds dis- 
pel. 
His work shall be that §f uplifting, 
From plane unto plane shall he 

roam. 
And I shall ever be with him, 
"^e Universe being our home. 



Our* hearts beat in tune to each 

other, 
Our thoughts are as if they were one 
Our Hves so in harmony mingle 
That really it seems that we are one, 
Our souls when vibrating together 
Produce such harmonious strains. 
That angels cry out in glad chorus, 
"Great God, see thy^ work wrought 

in men!" 



Vibr^ations that long have been 
talked of 

cAre naught when compared with 
our love, 

For if aught but of God we wer»e 
coupled 

Our love should be scattered abroad, 

When the whirlwind of life's cease- 
less motion 

In our souls through vibration hath 
sway, 

^55e force that sustains the emo- 
tions, 

Would sweep us austerely away. 



Oh! this life of the soul is a great 

one, 
How few, Ah! how few give it 

thought. 
But when life's fires are kindled 

with fuel 
Obtained from the great God above, 
We feel (gn^ we know our origin 
Was not in the world of the sense. 
But from depths upon depths of 

His Being 
With love we're most forcefully 

hurtled. 



His heart, life and soul mingle 

through us, 
His love centers in every^ beat. 
Oh! seek it and find it dear loved 

ones. 
Thy self in thine own counterpart, 
For life without love is delusion 
cAs soul without body is part. 
And when youVe found your soul- 
lover. 
There's nothing can cause thee to 
part. 



There are loves upon loves that we 
r»ead of, 

We hear of devotion most rare, 

But naught is a love but the soul- 
love, 

So heed it my soul, and beware. 

o4nd when in that haven of dream- 
land 

Thy soul seeks expression through 
thee, 

Beware lest thou slight the intru- 
sion. 

For God in his mercy shall care. 



^Be Great God that governs this 
soul life 

Has planned ^id> prepared each a 
mate, 

And knows when the thoughts are 
unequal 

Or knows when the qualities grate, 

cAnd when he finds perfecTt com- 
munion 

In souls that are near to their fate, 

He weds them (gTz^ sends them this 
message. 

That God is eternally great. 



Through this knowledge we mount 

up to Heaven 
Our pinions ar>e centered on high, 
cAnd here in this bright, fairy^ 

dreamland, 
If you should look up bye and bye. 
You'll see us, this perfecSl soul-lover, 
Whose life blood with mine inter- 
blends, 
And join in the angelic chorus, 
"Great is God, good and noble (gS^f 
grand." 





DEAR HEART 

Sweet heart, dear heart, 
Come nestle close to my 
bosom, 
^ Lean heavily thy head on 
my breast 
And know that entirely devotion 
Shall ever attend thee to rest. 
When slumber comes not to your 

pillow, 
When sorrow sits dark on your 

brow. 
Remember that ever Til love you, 
Yea, all through eternity^, I trow. 



Your sweetness grows day by day 

sweeter*, 
Your spirit grows ever more dear, 
So try blessed one, for your lover 
To drive the dark clouds from your 

brow. 
Forgive me if even I've grieved 

thee, 
cIMake haste to undo all the past. 
That might mayhap hold a slight 

glimmer 
Of negligence fancied or fashioned. 



cMy heart ever beats true to thine 

dear, 
My soul ever comes to thy call, 
Then why any dismal foreboding, 
Should enter or threaten to scrawl 
cA word, thought, or deed that 

could hamper 
This love so sublime, so serene. 
Believe me, I love you, I love you! 
O! loved one, love me, (gH^ that's all. 




^e SOUL'S CONSOLATION 

y^ soul, why weepest thou? 
Knowest thou not in God's 

glad morning 
c/^11 will turn to golden hue, 
And life will seem all the 

brighter 
Fop the sorrows that came to you. 




Be patient ^n3 faithful and striving 
Each day to do some greater^ good, 
And all will seem bright in life's 

morning, 
When day dr^eams have really 

come true. 

For coming they are without warn- 
ing, 
All darkness will flash into light, 
And fragrant will seem each flower 
That blossomed and grew in the 
night. 



God's children ar»e each day more 

dear, pet, 
And each flower more beautiful 

grows, 
If cultivated first in the darkness, 
For then it shall need no repose. 

'gfi'e soul flower* that knows naught 

but day^light 
Could ne'er stand earth's one chilly 

blast, 
So thank God (gi?^ welcome the 

darkness. 
That you in this way may be 

blessed. 



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His counsel is here eveP ready 
To guide (§n3 protecSl y^ou from 

harm 
So go bravely forward and trust it 
cAnd strengthen each comrade, 

dear one. 

Our lives are made up gf the ocean 
Of infinite waves of the sea, 
Of life's ever deepening emotions 
Proclaiming for freedom from sin. 



But sin is not always commission, 
Omission as well plays a paPt 
So pray to be ever* delivered 
From such in each deed ^ the 
heart. 

Life's blessings come not from the 

pleasures 
That we, to ourselves have (gTiSf 

hold. 
But rather in helping some brother. 
To lovingly enter the fold. 



Christ's way was not sunshine (gn3i 

roses, 
Yet, he in his wisdom did wend 
The way to the Eternal City, 
That we may point out to a friend. 

So weary not dear, in well doing, 
Be patient, vivacious and bright, 
And some day you'll enter the gate- 
way, 
Where all is eternally bright. 



cA VERSE 

n the gar*den of my^ soul 

y^ou shall play dear*, 
In the strength ^ my love 

you shall shine, 
cAnd when all has been 
radiantly finished 
Your* life shall enthralled be in 
mine. 





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